Upon seeing Lear’s figure, the Two-headed Giant Chief - Aite, his face instantly filled with excitent and exhilaration.
The chanical limbs bent as he landed on the ground, then took large steps forward, prostrating with utmost respect.
"Sovereign!!"
The tone was filled with ecstasy and tremors.
This ti he did not disappoint, not only avenging himself successfully but also bringing the entire Broken Star Plane under control.
He even broke through his Heart Demon in the final battle, gaining trendous improvent!
Next, the Broken Star Plane will beco the Sovereign’s domain, and all Two-headed Ogre Warriors will fight for Weilu City!
He will lead his people to prosperity under the Sovereign’s command!
Lear personally helped the other up.
Looking at this Two-headed Ogre whose height had surged to three and a half ters, like a small Giant, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Aite, you didn’t let down!"
He had just glanced at the other’s attributes on the panel, and his level had already risen from Level 15 when he left to Level 17!!
That’s 1 level higher than the highest-level chanical Flying Dragon.
Moreover, this is a 5-Star Potential Hero!
And he has been modified by the Ancient Goblin God!
His combat power was already fierce, now his level has been raised... In the entirety of Weilu City, only the Flesh Butcher can stand against him.
The rest are trash... including the chanical Flying Dragon.
This guy is only 4-Star Potential, in a solo duel, it’s definitely not a match for the Two-headed Giant Chief.
Kalanis doesn’t count; this being, commanding a part of the Authority of Tyranny, has already beco his Subordinate God.
Fighting regular heroes would be like an adult bullying a child.
As Lear spoke, he glanced at the space rift where Ogres were continuously pouring in, curiously asking.
"How many Ogre Warriors does the Red Stone Tribe have?"
The Two-headed Giant Chief spoke excitedly.
"Sovereign, there are a total of twelve thousand people!"
"Among them, two thousand are children, the rest are robust warriors."
"This ti I brought two battalions of warriors..."
Externally, you can’t tell the gender of Two-headed Ogres, and in this race, the entire population is ard; there’s no difference in fighting strength between males and females.
All are exceptionally fierce.
Lear’s eyes lit up.
Over ten thousand people?!
Good gracious, if this batch of Ogres all joined Weilu City, the labor shortage issue could be fundantally resolved.
This is a massive fortune!
"Good! You’ve done well!"
"In the future, continue on this scale, bringing two battalions of warriors to Weilu City for training each ti."
"Rotate every two months."
The current population of the territory isn’t large; an influx of outsiders can easily cause chaos, especially with a fierce race like the Ogres.
Ta them first before anything else.
Though enslaving their souls could solve problems directly, the Power of Faith obtained would be much thinner.
This has already been verified with the Cold-blooded Cavalry and Dark Night Hunter.
What he currently desires is for these Ogres to beco laborers and believers, not an army.
If needed, they could be summoned.
"Yes!"
The Two-headed Giant Chief respectfully acknowledged.
As he watched the Two-headed Ogres continue to pour out, Lear turned to Bain.
"You take care of arranging them."
"Yes, Your Majesty..."
"Aite, have you found the person who killed your father?"
"Sovereign, I killed him personally in a duel!"
The Two-headed Giant Chief’s tone had no fluctuations now.
This month’s training not only greatly enhanced his strength but also made his temperant more resilient.
A complete transformation from the inside out.
The destiny task, allowing heroes to achieve qualitative improvent, isn’t just empty words.
Lear nodded slightly.
"That’s good."
The Two-headed Giant Chief didn’t want to dwell on this and changed the subject.
"Sovereign, after killing that traitor, I found a large batch of ores in the tribe’s treasury... But, the Broken Star Plane is too poor."
"There were only these ores inside, not much of real value."
Speaking of which, he felt a little ashad; previously, the warehouse wasn’t under his control, and he thought his tribe was quite wealthy.
Unexpectedly, the tribe of over ten thousand people didn’t have much to show for it, which was sowhat embarrassing.
"No problem, your safe return is the greatest reward..."
A Level 17 hero, after all, is more valuable than any treasure.
The Two-headed Giant Chief felt warmth in his heart, thought for a mont, then took out a half palm-sized, jet-black broken stone from his arms, and presented it with both hands.
"Sovereign, there was so gain this ti; this is a treasure I found on that traitor."
"Before I killed him, he used this stone to greatly enhance his strength, I almost died by his hand."
"If not for the powerful chanical limbs, perhaps I wouldn’t be seeing you now."
His tone lowered.
"Within it, I sensed an extrely terrifying evil power..."
To have caused Aite such distress?
Lear’s brow furrowed slightly, curious, he reached out to take it.
The mont he grasped it, an indescribable evil power surged forth.
Instantly invading his body, like electricity, it drilled straight into his mind.
But the next mont, before that power could wreak havoc, it was forcibly suppressed by a much more tumultuous force.
Sensing his strength, the evil power imdiately dispersed, retreating back into the shattered stone, motionless again.
Lear’s gaze narrowed slightly, this thing, indeed, is sowhat sinister.
Opening the attribute panel to take a look.
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